Dragoncrest Cliffs son of none

the shift in power from process of first vetting to 'you can totally just decide yes or no' has been, to say the least, unsettling for her -- she's still learning to trust her own judgement. this extended pause makes her tense, feeling her impatience build, and when he finally does speak, she resist the urge to snap her teeth in exasperation. the man is right that winter is fast approaching, and the addition of another sturdy body could be of benefit. on the other hand --

what on earth is with that stare

why are men like this?

very, very aware of furi and eastwood behind her, blixen forces herself to clear her throat, her eyes narrowing. "you know nothing about us," she points out. "my name is blixen, our commander. drageda requires loyalty -- if you only intend to stay for winter, i'd suggest you look --" away from me, please, my god " -- elsewhere."

she forces herself to fix him with a sharp look, ignoring still the unsettling way he watches her. "if you are willing to prove yourself useful to us, however -- you can start by telling me your name, and we'll go from there."